My New Love of Therapy

So, I've been having mental struggles and I wasn't sure how to handle it. That is, until I was recommended a therapist by a friend. I looked her up and I found, Dr. Harleen Quinzel. A famed psychiatrist at Blackgate Prison and top of her field from Gotham State University, but above all, she understood people the best with her therapy tactics. So I thought, 'Hey let's pay a visit.' I went to her office and waited for her to call me in.

"Chris," came a voice and there she was. Dr. Q had quite the cheery voice of a nice woman proud of her profession, and she was quite the looker too. She had blonde hair tucked neatly behind her ears, red glasses, and a matching top. She wore a plaid skirt and her white lab coat was over the whole fit. She also wore black tights with cute red heels and I did my best to contain myself. I sat myself down on the couch across from her chair and footstool as she grabbed a pen and notepad. "So," she started. "How did you find out about me?" I had to be very careful with my response. "A friend of mine recommended me to you, and then I read about your accomplishments," I said. "They just gave me a good feeling about you." "Aw thanks," she smiled, and man her smile was so beautiful. We then went on talking and she got me to realize things about myself I've never noticed before. As she was going on, she put her feet up and felt really relaxed. "Well Chris," she asked. "How do you feel?" "Well," I said. "It's a start, but I do feel better. Like I got a weight off my shoulders." "Therapy can do that," Dr. Quinzel smiled. "So, I'll be seeing you here next week same time?" "Definitely," I smiled. "An excuse to see a nice caring woman like yourself is always nice," I joked, but then started sweating a little, 'Did I really just say that?' She laughed though. "Thanks, darling," she smiled sweetly.

The following week, I came back for a new appointment and Dr. Q sat me down. "So Chris," she started. "Things have been going okay?" "A bit," I said nervously. I told her about some shit that went on at work and my response to some things my coworker said and she started to sort of psychoanalyze me and mention something about 'The Shadow,' a phenomenon that is a perfect blend of the id and the ego of the mind. A gateway to our darker impulses. I hung on to every word cause it was fascinating. "Your impulses aren't the only thing part of your shadow," she said as she scooted closer. "Oh," I was confused on what she was on about. "Our desires too," she said as she lowered her glasses and winked at me. "I noticed last session you've been kind of looking me over while talking, and then your little flirty comment you said at the end..." I started sweating again. "Uh huh...." "It's okay," she assured me as she rested her hand on my lap. "I think you're cute and you obviously think I am. It's against protocol to date my patients but I think I can still help you fulfill your desires while also explaining and helping you come to terms with your issues." She removed her glasses and kneeled on the couch cushion next to me. "Well...." I started. "If that'll help me," I was then cut off by her lips on mine. I started kissing back but then I quickly stopped. "Won't anyone else come in though?" "You're my last appointment today," she smiled. "Ooooh perfect," I giggled and then kissed her deeply again.

Immediately, there were sparks. After some kissing, she got up and showed me the other door in her office. We walked inside and I saw a balance beam, a mat, and a set of rings. "I was a gymnast while studying on GCU. A gymnastics scholarship is how I got in and how it paid off my tuition." "Amazing," I said. She then removed her heels and lab coat, and to me, her without shoes on in just her top and skirt was sexy. She then got on the beam and showed me some of the tricks she did in routines for meets way back when. I was just enamored at her flexibility, grace, and beauty. She gracefully dismounted off the beam and landed. "Come here baby," she beckoned me with her finger. My impulses kicked in and I playfully tackled her to the mat. She laughed when we landed and then we were just making out rolling around on the mat.

After 10 minutes of heaven, we laid on the mat, holding hands, and just talking. "I admit," I said to her. "That was hot." "I agree," she replied. "I will not mention anything to your superiors about this," I promised. "I knew I could trust you." She then kissed my cheek. "Same time next week," she joked with a wink. "Of course," I smiled.

The week after that, I came back to my new lady lover and she helped me explore more of 'The Shadow,' and she also helped satiate mine and her appetites. She discovered that one of my turn-ons was her tights so she took her shoes off and I spent the entire session massaging her nylon-clad feet while still being a therapist to me. Quite the multitasking queen that Dr. Quinzel was. I kissed her foot through the nylon and she giggled. "Like my feet baby," she teased. I can only nod and tickle her foot a little. She giggled and pulled me close. "So...you single," she asked. "Well....no," I said. "Not anymore actually," I laughed. "Wanna go out with me?" "Of course," she said. "However, you're gonna have to stop referring to me as Dr. Quinzel outside of therapy. My first name is Harleen." "Cute name," I said. "Mind if I call you Harley for short?" "Of course darling," she smiled and kissed me deeply. And that is how I started dating a hot psychiatrist/gymnast.